My name is Isana. I am what you would call a fujoshi and otaku(the ultimate trash). Recently, I got addicted to this manga/anime called Black Clover. I loved it because i ship the protagonists AKA YUNOXASTA together!! I mean they could go more than...
"Hn..." Asta groaned as his eyes adjusted to the light.
"WHERE AM I?! WHERE'S ISANA?!" Upon seeing an unfamiliar room, Asta immediately sprung up from the comfy bed he was laying on.
"You're at the Magic Knight HQ. As for Isana, he's right there. He nodded off while waiting for you to wake up, it's best if you keep your voice down, he deserves some much needed rest." A man with a bowl haircut answered Asta's questions.
Isana was sitting on an extravagantly comfortable chair with his legs crossed and his head resting on his hands. His eyelids fluttering ever so gently every once in a while.
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"Dammit...! Isana looks like royalty even when he's asleep...!" Asta's eyes sparkled as he tried to imprint Isana's beautiful sleeping figure into that dumb brain of his.
"*coughs* Ah, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Marx. I'm the attendant of the magic emperor, so... I go through hell on a daily basis..." A single teardrop silently slid down Marx cheeks as he introduced himself.
"?" Asta looked at Marx, confused.
"Anyway... I heard the rumours of your anti magic sword. We'd like you to use that power of yours to break the protection magic on two prisoners. With that, we hope to find out more about our present enemies." Marx professionally stated his objectives to Asta.
"Of course I would help you!" Asta enthusiastically shouted, waking Isana up in the process.
"Ugh... What's all that... noise..." Isana grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, the scent of drowsiness still enveloping him.
"Ah! Sorry for waking you up!" Asta quickly apologised.
"Oh, Asta! You're awake! Thank god!" Isana got up from his chair and gave him a tight hug.
"!" Asta's face immediately lit up like a Christmas tree, incoherent words were spewing out of his mouth like a waterfall.
"Well then, since you're already awake, let's get going." Marx got up from his chair too and led the duo out of their room and into a basement where the prisoners were held at.
While walking, both Isana and Asta were eagerly asking about the conditions of the children and nun.
"Thanks to both of you, the kids from the village of Nean are all safe. Sister Theresa is recovering at an abnormally fast rate, which means that her life isn't in danger." Marx smiled at the both of them.
'That's good, my potion really works wonders~' Isana thought to himself.
"Is that so? That's so great!" Asta let out a big grin.
"Now we are searching for the clues to the terrorists' hideout from the location of your last battle. This is some excellent work done you guys should get about 10 stars for this."
